The End.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 06, 2008

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Submitted: January 06, 2008



Oh, this world

What has become of it?

The destruction has no use

So why would you partake in such abuse?

The end is near

But I haven't much fear

I have a way

To escape this hell

I hear the tolls of the bell

Resounding through my ears

It rests, silencing the crowd

Erasing their fears

They are ignorant of this

Let us escape this dark abyss

We seek success

You, me, and all eternity

The clock strikes twelve

They are left in a blinding haze

We are escaping the maze

We are still searching...

Searching for the start

My heart...

For you I will lend

This is the beginning...

The beginning of the end

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